Day Forty-one; Footnotes of Accomplishments and Dreams

 I debated on going back to the mountain today, but didn’t go. I really don’t want to push Bella too hard. She and I both need to work this winter weight off gradually. So, I stayed home. But, I wasn’t lazy. Go me. 

I got all my housework done, everything all tidy and neat. I can breathe better when it isn’t cluttered.

I noticed that the cats weren’t out on the steps, so I went out the back door, around the house and over to my make do walking track. I can only imagine what the neighbors think when I start doing that. It isn’t that big of an area but it gets the job done. And even though the scenery doesn’t change, it costs me nothing.

I am working on creating a flower garden out there. I was given flowers that were planted this past summer. I moved some from another section of my yard also. When I was cleaning out my storage building I found an old, hard shell, car top carrier. I moved them out there to turn into a double pool. I hope to get two of those solar fountains to put in them to keep the water moving so to prevent mosquito from laying eggs in there. I also have been trying to figure out something to put around them to make a square and fill the outside around them with dirt.

Up until today I had nothing. After I got bored with walking in circles I wandered back toward the back door only instead of going inside, I walked to the edge of the yard. Looking down the hillside something caught my eye. Back last Spring my son had torn down an old split rail fence so we could put up the current fence. He cut some of the rails up, but what was left he tossed down the hillside.

A light bulb went off and I thought that would be a start. Best to get that now before the snakes came out. One by one I got the rails and carried them around to where the carriers are. There wasn’t but five or six of them so that is nowhere near enough. I know there are other rails and timbers around the house of various sizes. I just need to round them up and see what I have and where I need to go from there. Its a start though. 

In the process of walking, around in circles and back and forth carrying rails I noticed something. The flowers are coming. The daffodil are about to bloom and some of the small wildflowers are as well. That of course got me all excited. My heart was dancing and my mind screaming like Paul Revere, Spring is coming Spring is coming!! I’m glad they are in the backyard, that way my neighbors didn’t see me crawling around on the ground trying to take pictures.

I’ll have to finish rounding up the timbers around here and see if I can make it work with what I have. Otherwise I’m going to be down there hunting around mom and dad’s place trying to scrounge up something that will work. I go to a lot of effort to keep from spending money. 

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd then, my son comes in driving a Jeep. When someone trades a vehicle in, they have to do that however many checkpoint thing. In the process he has to drive the vehicle. Today was a Wrangler, a bright orange Wrangler with the word Rubicon in bold letters. He gave me a ride. I want it.

He knows that I really, really, really want something like that. It sits high off the ground, its a glorious four wheel drive, the dash has enough buttons it could self identify as an airplane and it has navigation..

I told my son that he could tell the salesperson that if they would give it to me, I’d let them put logos of the dealership on the side and I would drive all over the place. Like a NASCAR sponsor..I don’t see why they wouldn’t go for that.

 I was joking about on social media about how I could start a gofundme. The reasons being I have already become emotionally attached to this jeep, it completes me, without it I would be distraught. Which drew the response of “A support Jeep” Well, yes. 

But I would definitely have a way to take my folks somewhere no matter the weather or where they wanted to go. It is built for climbing, my son said it has a split differential. It also has a heater that would melt a polar ice cap. And…. it can go topless. Kind of.

I could pull up to traffic lights and be able to see again, even if cars pulled up beside me. My sweet Compass sits so low if anyone pulls up beside me I simply have to wait as there is no seeing if anything is coming.  Ah well, a girl can dream  and as I told my son, I’m big enough and old enough for my wants not to hurt me.

Tomorrow the big orange Wrangler will be gone and I’ll still have Star..just, please don’t tell Star that I was with another Jeep..

At least I have the photos and the memories. Wrangler, we’ll always have the Cracker Barrel..

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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